| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: sail the seas of America; not enough to have crushed the
Hollanders; not enough to have degraded the Venetians into her
bankers, and the Genoese into her mercenaries; not enough to have
incorporated into herself, with the kingdom of Portugal, the whole
East Indian trade of Portugal, while these fierce islanders
remained to assert, with cunning policy and texts of Scripture,
and, if they failed, with sharp shot and cold steel, free seas and
free trade for all the nations upon earth. He saw it, and his
countrymen saw it too: and therefore the Spanish Armada came: but
of that hereafter. And Don Guzman knew also, by hard experience,
that these same islanders, who sat in Salterne's parlor, talking
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche: nowadays? How does the noble man betray himself, how is he
recognized under this heavy overcast sky of the commencing
plebeianism, by which everything is rendered opaque and leaden?--
It is not his actions which establish his claim--actions are
always ambiguous, always inscrutable; neither is it his "works."
One finds nowadays among artists and scholars plenty of those who
betray by their works that a profound longing for nobleness
impels them; but this very NEED of nobleness is radically
different from the needs of the noble soul itself, and is in fact
the eloquent and dangerous sign of the lack thereof. It is not
the works, but the BELIEF which is here decisive and determines
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw: continent."
"There is nothing to be provided on your part but settlements and
your trousseau. The trousseau is all nonsense; and Jansenius
knows me of old in the matter of settlements. I got married in
six weeks before."
"Yes," said Agatha sharply, "but I am not Henrietta."
"No, thank Heaven," he assented placidly.
Agatha was struck with remorse. "That was a vile thing for me to
say," she said; "and for you too."
"Whatever is true is to the purpose, vile or not. Will you come
to Geneva on the twenty-fourth?"
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